Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

Li Mo certainly knew that Otto was under control now. If he could still control his body with his own will, he would not come to him.

His goal from the beginning to the end was to reach the origin of the Imaginary Tree and create a timeline in which Kallen existed.

So he needs external help to break the shackles on his body.

"You can't just kill me. You have to cut off the slave chains that the Tree of Imaginary Numbers has left on me." Otto gave a kind reminder.

“…I know, I tried my best.”

Before the connection between the Imaginary Number Tree and Otto is severed, Otto will not die and will be a constantly resurrected BOSS, hindering his entry into Changkong City.

Otto, whose body was controlled, raised his hands, ready to release himself to his full strength.

Li Mo immediately mobilized all the power of the Ruler of Reason, and with the cooperation of the Star of Eden, delayed Otto from releasing his pseudo-god posture.

Then he flew in front of Otto, stretched out his hand and grabbed his wings, and a strange power began to spread.

Otto showed a look of astonishment on his face, then shook his head and sighed, still maintaining that annoying smile.

The rules of the world are being polluted, and Li Mo is forcibly cutting off Otto's connection with the world.

But at the critical moment, a red sword flew from behind and penetrated the hearts of Li Mo and Otto.

In an instant, Li Mo fell to the ground, and the blood from his chest could not stop flowing out.

"Destruction..."

Li Mo gasped weakly and recognized the big sword that pierced his chest.

He didn't feel any dangerous aura behind him just now. If it was Kevin, Li Mo would not have been unaware of it.

unless……

Turning around, Li Mo saw the lonely and arrogant figure in the sky.

Kevin's demonic form...

If Kevin was not on the moon right now and his connection with the power of the end was not deep, he would probably have liberated more than just the Karma Demon, but saved the world.

"Ahem... ahem... really, you don't even give me a chance..."

There was no mercy in killing him, even the most inappropriate people came.

Li Mo asked himself, he didn't have the energy to let Kevin face him when the Stigma Project was about to be completed.

Just before his sight completely disappeared, Li Mo still saw... thirteen figures behind him.

The remaining twelve heroes, and the Herrscher of Corrosion who looks very similar to Alicia.

This world has gone crazy and there is no logic at all.

The strongest people in the past 50,000 years gathered here just to kill him, a nobody.

What an irony...

"..."

Time is cut bit by bit, and the linear cause and effect relationship is completely reduced to a shattered illusion bubble at this moment.

The body becomes light, the blood stops flowing, the body becomes cold, and the emotions are completely drained away.

This was Li Mo's third restart. He had never been so embarrassed before. In just a few hours, he restarted three times in a row.

"You can't just kill me. You have to cut off the slave chains that the Tree of Imaginary Numbers has left on me." Otto gave a kind reminder.

"It doesn't matter. Once everyone is here, no one will be left."

Li Mo's voice was terrifyingly calm, making people shudder.

His eyes turned into a turbid black, and his short white hair stretched out wildly, spreading to two meters.

A strange aura emanated from his entire body.

Soon, the Jiemie Greatsword broke through the air, as if it would replicate the scene of killing Li Mo last time.

But this time, Li Mo didn't even need to dodge. He grabbed Jiemie firmly and applied a little force.

The destruction turned into ashes after burning and disappeared in the raging wind.

Li Mo looked at the thirteen men coming at him aggressively and said coldly, "Twelve Heroes, plus a Herrscher imitating Alicia, you really think highly of me. So, what's your reason for killing me?"

"Your presence has affected the Stigmata Project."

"Do you believe what you said? It's a far-fetched excuse, but... I'm afraid you're not prepared to return empty-handed. In that case, let's attack together. We can bury all of you in one go without wasting any time."

Li Mo's face was as calm as water, as if blending into the dead silence of the night, and there was not a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Kevin also had a stern face and said coldly: "Come together, don't give him a chance to fight back."

Under the urging of the world's will, he even lost his arrogance. It can be said that all the people in this world are no longer themselves, but puppets led by the world's will, who are just wearing their skin and instilled with memories.

Although I don't know why an Alicia is missing, it obviously doesn't matter to the current situation.

Li Mo no longer held back. His strange left hand seemed to have some special ability. He took out the target's internal organs out of thin air and crushed them. Blood splattered on his face, which was extremely weird.

After dying three times, Li Mo gained the ability of a strange left hand.

"Everyone, get started!" Someone among the Yingjie shouted loudly.

All the living heroes and heroines began to collapse.

Whales, butterflies, pythons, phoenixes...

The various strange postures of Honkai beasts combining with humans are shocking.

The false god Otto, the demon Kevin, the collapsed state of the Twelve Heroes who shouldn't exist, and the Herrscher of Corrosion imitating Alicia...

"..."

"Before I came here, a question always lingered in my mind."

"Which is true, memory or fact?"

"But now it seems that it is neither."

"Just as Mei once asked me, is memory the most fundamental characteristic of a person, or is consciousness the most fundamental characteristic of a person?"

Li Mo muttered to himself, his eyes lowered.

Countless fierce attacks hit Li Mo, but after the attacks destroyed Li Mo's body, his body would quickly heal. Even if his head was completely wiped off and his heart was crushed, he could not be killed.

The only way to kill Li Mo now is to trigger the instant death rule.

"Monster...!" Someone among the Yingjie couldn't help but sigh, his eyes full of fear.

They were the most outstanding geniuses of an era, but were called inhuman monsters by the world.

Only today, when they have returned to reality intact with the help of the power of erosion, do they realize how complicated and fearful the world's feelings are towards them.

Even if Li Mo was ground to dust, his head fell off his neck, his brain was burned to ashes by flames, and his heart was swallowed by Kosmo, he could still return to his original state in a few seconds.

It’s like time and space have gone back.

Li Mo didn't need to defend himself at all. No one could kill him, not even himself...

He stood on the earth, wrapped in endless darkness as he walked towards Changkong City step by step, not caring at all about how the people behind him attacked.

But Li Mo kept saying strange things.

“Memory and consciousness are both manifestations of a person’s essence, but only the soul that carries both memory and consciousness is the reason why I am who I am.”

“The same is true of memory and fact.”

"And you, all of you, are just imposters. Even if the power is real and the memories instilled are true, you don't have their consciousness, nor do you have their fight for humanity, nor their noble awareness or even their soul."

"so……"

"Goodbye."

Li Mo stretched out his strange left hand, and the ability called "usurpation" emerged in his mind.

Anything that exists in Li Mo's memory at the same time can be usurped, and with the help of memetic pollution, it can be modified to what one likes.

Not just the heart and limbs...

Even life can be usurped.

However, once life is usurped, the usurper will die immediately.

Li Mo held his hand indifferently, and all the people behind him fell to the ground like puppets with broken strings, losing their lives.

All enemies who stood in his way of pursuing the truth were dead.

Entering Changkong City, the cabin in his memory was not far away.

The moment we entered Changkong City, the world changed dramatically.

The once bustling city has been reduced to a desolate ruin, with buildings crumbling and dilapidated, as if they had been completely abandoned by time.

Moss and weeds are spreading wildly along the dilapidated streets, covering the roadside. These plants grow freely without human intervention, turning the city streets into a territory reclaimed by nature.

Towering skyscrapers have become huge ruins, leaking and cracking, revealing the ruthless ravages of time. The once brightly lit city center has become a shadowy wasteland.

Without the hustle and bustle of pedestrians and the noise of vehicles, the entire city fell into a dead silence. It was no longer as beautiful as it looked from the outside, but a deserted place abandoned by time.

Li Mo walked on the quiet street without being disturbed by anyone.

Even the world that had been against him became quiet and no longer created obstacles.

"So this is what the old world really looks like. The prosperity and bustle outside are all illusions."

Li Mo concluded.

A reality without interference is the real thing. A world where rules can be easily tampered with is not a world, and the people who live in it are not real people.

Without the world's obstacles, Li Mo walked leisurely in the deserted city, his heart extremely peaceful.

Soon, he arrived at the source of the weirdness, an inconspicuous wooden house.

The surface of the gravel road has become uneven due to the friction of time.

Bathed in nature, the surrounding trees quickly grew lush, their tall branches stretching towards the sky. The weeds grew tenaciously, spreading wildly in clumps, burying countless secrets.

"Squeak...squeak..."

The wooden ladder made a sharp sound as it was stepped on, and Li Mo arrived in front of the wooden door.

As long as he opens this door, perhaps he will know the truth he has been looking for.

For this, he died three times, his emotions were numb, and he killed many people, but he didn't care at all.

Freedom requires bloodshed.

The truth requires sacrifice.

Human beings have never broken such an iron law, and Li Mo will not be the special one.

Li Mo stretched out his hand and placed it on the wooden door. When he was about to push it, a pair of warm hands hugged him from behind. The soft body leaned against his back, as if trying to prevent him from entering in this way.

Li Mo has died three times and has no human emotions. This method is meaningless to him.

But Li Mo heard a familiar voice...

"Amo, don't open the door..."

"Kiana...?"

Li Mo's pupils trembled slightly. He had indeed lost his human emotions, but his love for Kiana seemed to be engraved on his soul, no matter when, no matter whether it was the real Kiana or not.

As if the weirdness strictly follows its own rules, whenever Li Mo sees Kiana, he will uncontrollably show his gentlest side in front of her.

I want to hear Kiana's sweet voice and see her sweet smile...

As long as Kiana is happy and can be happy, he can give everything for her.

I wouldn't hesitate even if it meant killing myself.

"The truth... is very important. I have to... open the door..."

At this time, Li Mo felt something was wrong. His hand on the door began to tremble and he withdrew it uncontrollably.

"Let's go home, go home, okay?"

Kiana's voice behind him was like honey, warming Li Mo's cold heart.

"Fake...all fake..."

"You're not Kiana... You're not her...!"